Lit Mags
These Shoes Were Made for End Times
Two poems by Alyza Taguilaso
These Shoes Were Made for End Times
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Demonic Possession Secondary to Femoral Fracture
No one is allowed to speak of the dictator’s wife in ways not flattering. This information was procured by our best agents and shoe-shine boys. How, in the mid-seventies, she fell and fractured her right hip – only slightly so – non- displaced, the orthopedic surgeon called it, needing no direct intervention. But causing enough crack of bone that the devil himself managed to sneak in – tendrils and black soup, mixing itself with her marrow. How else do you explain all the atrocities committed hereafter? All those bare-footed workers buried alive in scaffolding as though in sacrifice to some hungry creature and its three-thousand feet. Steadfast in making its way to hell. Even the ghosts refuse to whisper through their concrete coffins.
